This is a song about "Ringing my phone"

Mami told me son, hold your own

Like that drop out who created my phone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

My mother walkin' in, saw i was on my phone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Stop blowin up my phone

So beat me to the bone

If that's case, then my phone gone drop me

That's the way, you can move it baby

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,